I have spent the last few days meaning to write about my New Year and some other fun stuff I've done but to be honest I couldn't be bothered. I've been tired, fed up and unable to concentrate. I am grieving over the sudden death of a friend, I am trying to discern what I should with my life when I return home and...I'm ill.
ill again! This is getting tedious. This time I have an infection causing swelling in my inner ear which is making me dizzy and giving me headaches apparently. I am now on antibiotics, pain killers and anti inflammatories. This of course is just the starter; it turns out I may also have parasites in my stomach and possibly a relapse of my old friend-Dengue Fever. I've been for a blood test and am awaiting the results (everyone who owns a phone and speaks Spanish is out so more waiting around.)
In a way, being ill is useful since it does explain my fatigue, misery and it gives me the perfect excuse for feeling sorry for myself. (fever does also explain why I've been feeling cold even when clutching a hot water bottle in 30C temperatures!) Being ill though does not help me decide what to do.
I only have 9 days of work left and then I can travel around until I fly back next month. Do I fly back early next week so I can attend my friends funeral (and get checked out by a Brit GP) or I stay on the final 6 weeks?
If my head just stopped hurting then maybe I could think straight.
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